Hood by Noire

Author:Noire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2007-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Taking Chaos down was easy.

He went peacefully too, without a single shot being fired.

It was almost comical to watch as the feds rolled up on him coming out of a pizza joint and slapped him in cuffs. Dreko stood across the street in a darkened doorway and laughed at the look of surprise and bewilderment on Chaos’s face when he realized that he’d gotten knocked without warning.

Chaos had got caught out there all alone on the strip without a single soldier left guarding his perimeter to send out a street alarm. Riff had choked his former boss’s goonies so tight that not one little birdie had managed to fly in and whisper a heads-up in his ear.

Riff had wanted to just take the nigga out and be done with him. Pop one off in the back of his dome, but Dreko had checked him. “Nah. That nigga got mad enemies. Putting him out on that Rock’s gone be a punishment worse than death.”

With his son Riff in charge and Ocean Hill under his thumb, Dreko and his crew crept into Brownsville. One by one they rolled up on Easy, Fif, Gardner, Sip, and Georgie, and popped them all. They ran up on a lot of other dudes too. Those cats who wanted to live, like Vandy, Kels, and Monk, switched sides with a quickness. Those whose loyalty to Xanbar ran bone-deep…died.

By the end of the night they had enough flipped niggas in the cut to straight catch Xan with his pants down. They slid up to his crib about twenty deep.

Kels’s brother Calvin was on the front door and the moment he heard Dreko’s prearranged knock, he eased that shit open.

He waved Dreko and his crew toward a back bedroom where the sounds of good fucking could be heard. Inside, they peeped Xanbar banging a local freak. With his pants around his ankles, Xan had her bent at the waist dog fucking the shit outta her. Wearing only a wifebeater, his naked ass swirled and pounded, digging that gushy out as the chick moaned and panted.

“Freeze, muhfucka!” Dreko laughed, pointing his Glock.

Xan’s ass kept pumping as he turned his head slowly to the side.

His shooter was strapped to his calf, too far away to reach, and besides, he had two hands full of titties anyway.

Xan’s eyes met Dreko’s over his shoulder. Fear wasn’t in them. Danger was.

“Go head,” Dreko told him, nodding at the burner strapped to Xan’s leg. “Let go a’ one of them titties and reach for that burner nigga. I’ll wait.”

Xanbar’s dick slid out of the broad with a wet slish. He pushed her down to the floor, then slowly dragged his feet around until he was facing Dreko, Kels, Falcon, and Lil Jay.

Kels chuckled. Xan stood there with his wifebeater pulled up above his navel, and his fat dick semisoft and glistening with pussy juice.

He looked at Lil Jay with cold contempt in his eyes. “You lil bitch,” he said, spitting toward his former cat. “I always knew Dreko had some street game, but I shoulda known your bitch ass couldn’t hold.

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